Waluigi laid down as a tear rolled down his cheek. "Why am I like this" he asked himself choking back more tears. Waluigi was a sensitive man for someone claiming to be evil. He didn't know why he felt so incomplete, he just did. All he knew about himself is that he likes tennis, his favorite color is purple and the rest is all questionable. Waluigi was depressed; yet, he couldn't admit it to anyone because if he did, he was afraid people wouldn't understand how he really felt and claim him insensitive to diagnosed depressed people. And so, he suffered in silence. Waluigi was lonely and didn't have many friends; but Wario was always there for him. Waluigi has felt empty ever since Luigi and Daisy got together. Waluigi hasn't loved anyone since he lost his chances with Daisy.
Waluigi wiped his smudged blue eyeliner and called up Wario. Wario was late of course but he did bring some snacks so Waluigi forgave him. They sat on the couch together, Wario was very immersed what was on TV wile on the other hand Waluigi was distracted… by something… he looked over at his best friend, Wario glanced at Waluigi for a split second and quickly got back into the show that was on. Waluigi felt sick to his stomach, it could have been the way Wario stunk of garlic but it's never bothered him before. Waluigi went to the bathroom and pondered at the reason why he could've been distracted.
Then; It hit him like a blue shell…. Waluigi was in love,,,, with his best friend…
Waluigi's face turned the same shade of pink as his nose. He looked in the mirror disgusted with himself but happy deep down. "This must be why I can get the ladies then" he whispered to himself. "WAhAhaha" he chuckled aloud. He finally figured himself out.